Suspiria

Sorry.Just having a little trouble. A little...trouble at home. A little domestic problem. Nothing...to be alarmed at.Just a little...female problem. Don't pay any attention. It's a cheap trick. Anybody can do it. I taught it to them myself. Ungrateful little bitches, aren't they?I want to ask you something. You all go to church. Do you think God knew what He was doing when He created woman?No shit! I really want to know. Or do you think it was one of His minor mistakes?Like tidal waves! Earthquakes! Floods! Do you think women are like that?What's the matter?You don't think God makes mistakes?Of course He does.We all make mistakes. Of course, we make mistakes, they call it evil. When God makes mistakes, they call it...nature. So what do you think?Women...are mistake?Or did He do it to us on purpose?!I really want to know!If it's a mistake, maybe we can do something about it!Find a cure!Invent a vaccine. Build up our immune systems. Get a little exercise. Twenty push-ups a day......and you never have to be afflicted with women, ever again!Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and curse the Marines; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use then as the backbone of a life trying to defend something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to. Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand?Sorry.Just having a little trouble. A little...trouble at home. A little domestic problem. Nothing...to be alarmed at.Just a little...female problem. Don't pay any attention. It's a cheap trick. Anybody can do it. I taught it to them myself. Ungrateful little bitches, aren't they?I want to ask you something. You all go to church. Do you think God knew what He was doing when He created woman?No shit! I really want to know. Or do you think it was one of His minor mistakes?Like tidal waves! Earthquakes! Floods! Do you think women are like that?What's the matter?You don't think God makes mistakes?Of course He does.We all make mistakes. Of course, we make mistakes, they call it evil. When God makes mistakes, they call it...nature. So what do you think?Women...are mistake?Or did He do it to us on purpose?!I really want to know!If it's a mistake, maybe we can do something about it!Find a cure!Invent a vaccine. Build up our immune systems. Get a little exercise. Twenty push-ups a day......and you never have to be afflicted with women, ever again!Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and curse the Marines; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use then as the backbone of a life trying to defend something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to. Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand?Sorry.Just having a little trouble. A little...trouble at home. A little domestic problem. Nothing...to be alarmed at.Just a little...female problem. Don't pay any attention. It's a cheap trick. Anybody can do it. I taught it to them myself. Ungrateful little bitches, aren't they?I want to ask you something. You all go to church. Do you think God knew what He was doing when He created woman?No shit! I really want to know. Or do you think it was one of His minor mistakes?Like tidal waves! Earthquakes! Floods! Do you think women are like that?What's the matter?You don't think God makes mistakes?Of course He does.We all make mistakes. Of course, we make mistakes, they call it evil. When God makes mistakes, they call it...nature. So what do you think?Women...are mistake?Or did He do it to us on purpose?!I really want to know!If it's a mistake, maybe we can do something about it!Find a cure!Invent a vaccine. Build up our immune systems. Get a little exercise. Twenty push-ups a day......and you never have to be afflicted with women, ever again!Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and curse the Marines; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use then as the backbone of a life trying to defend something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to. Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand?Sorry.Just having a little trouble. A little...trouble at home. A little domestic problem. Nothing...to be alarmed at.Just a little...female problem. Don't pay any attention. It's a cheap trick. Anybody can do it. I taught it to them myself. Ungrateful little bitches, aren't they?I want to ask you something. You all go to church. Do you think God knew what He was doing when He created woman?No shit! I really want to know. Or do you think it was one of His minor mistakes?Like tidal waves! Earthquakes! Floods! Do you think women are like that?What's the matter?You don't think God makes mistakes?Of course He does.We all make mistakes. Of course, we make mistakes, they call it evil. When God makes mistakes, they call it...nature. So what do you think?Women...are mistake?Or did He do it to us on purpose?!I really want to know!If it's a mistake, maybe we can do something about it!Find a cure!Invent a vaccine. Build up our immune systems. Get a little exercise. Twenty push-ups a day......and you never have to be afflicted with women, ever again!Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls need to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and curse the Marines; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use then as the backbone of a life trying to defend something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to. Wendy, let me explain something to you. Whenever you come in here and interrupt me, you're breaking my concentration. You're distracting me. And it will then take me time to get back to where I was. You understand?

"I wish to say what I think and feel today, with the proviso
that tomorrow perhaps I shall contradict it all."

bobby_flintstone: hi alana
suspiriagore: who is this?
bobby_flintstone: hi. my names bobby
suspiriagore: ok
bobby_flintstone: i was just wandering if youd like to see my cock/ watch me wank off?
suspiriagore: nope
suspiriagore: i bet your grandpa would

Flight Itinerary
Flight From To Stops Duration Aircraft Fare
Type Meal *
AC241 Edmonton, Edmonton Int'l (YEG)
Sun 27-Jan 2008
11:30
Vancouver, Vancouver Int'l (YVR)
Sun 27-Jan 2008
12:12 - Terminal M
0 4hr24 319 Tango Plus
AC8095* Vancouver, Vancouver Int'l (YVR)
Sun 27-Jan 2008
14:05 - Terminal M
Seattle, Seattle/Tacoma Int'l (SEA)
Sun 27-Jan 2008
14:54
0 DH3 Tango Plus
AC8094* Seattle, Seattle/Tacoma Int'l (SEA)
Fri 15-Feb 2008
12:45
Vancouver, Vancouver Int'l (YVR)
Fri 15-Feb 2008
13:35 - Terminal M
0 5hr38 DH3 Tango Plus
AC8318* Vancouver, Vancouver Int'l (YVR)
Fri 15-Feb 2008
15:30 - Terminal M
Calgary (YYC)
Fri 15-Feb 2008
17:50
0 CRA Tango Plus
AC8154* Calgary (YYC)
Fri 15-Feb 2008
18:30
Edmonton, Edmonton Int'l (YEG)
Fri 15-Feb 2008
19:23
0 DH3 Tango Plus F

From john1983-4u
To Lysolous
Date Jan 14 08
Subject Hi sexy


24M, Edmonton, Canada
wana get more familiar and be sex friends?
I am very open minded and ready for everything you wish( by everything I really mean everything)

your lover



Oh lawdy lawdy i think i's is gon' give 'im ma address right naw.

fuckin tool.

Say hello to the rug's topography
It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it
Say hello to the shrinking in your head
You can't see it but you know its there so don't neglect it

I'm taking her home with me all dressed in white
She's got everything I need pharmacy keys
She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys

Say hello to all the apples on the ground
They were once in your eyes but you sneezed them out while sleeping
Say hello to everything you've left behind
It's even more a part of your life now that you can't touch it

I'm taking her home with me all dressed in white
She's got everything I need some pills in a little cup
She's falling hard for me I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys

She's got everything I need pharmacy keys
She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys

Say hello to the rug's topography

*Favorites* (Please list up to 3 in each category)
Other: Photon Torpedos, Batmobile, The Meteors, Long Tall Texans,Guana Batz
Goth Band: Skinny Puppy, Machines of Loving Grace, Bauhaus, Killing Joke
Punk Band: Forgotten Rebels, Dwarves, Aus Rotten, Crass, Ramones
Metal Band: Dying Fetus, Nile, General Surgery, Sonata Arctica, Enslaved, Motorhead, Pantera, Finntroll
Indie Band: Muse, Portishead, Massive Attack, Bjork (fuck you I didn't know where else to put them)
Alternative Band: Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Soundgarden, Sonic Youth, Rocket from the Crypt, Paw, Pavement, Yo La Tengo, Quicksand, The Monks
Classic Rock Band: Pink Floyd, CCR, Alice Cooper
Rapper/Hip Hop Artist: Anthrax with Public Enemy was memorable
New Wave Band: Not sure about that really... Helium Vola? Qntal?
Soundtrack: Romper Stomper, The Crow, 300, All Tarantino movie soundtracks
Theme Song: Hilarious House of Frightenstein, Metalocalypse
80's Song: I don't know.. stupid question



Movie: Hey Good Lookin
Classic Movie: Rebecca, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, Play Misty for Me, Weird Science, The Exorcist, Blazing Saddles
Horror Movie: Suspiria, The Church, The Beyond, High Tension, The Host, Severance
Animated Movie: Dumbo (still makes me cry), Sleeping Beauty, The Black Cauldron
Cult Movie: A Clockwork Orange, Se7en, Fight Club, Plan 9 from Outer Space, Battle Royale
Movie from the Last 5 Years: 300 , Grindhouse, Pan's Labyrinth, Kung Fu Hustle

TV Show: Heroes, The Office
Classic TV show: The Carol Burnette Show
Cartoon Show: Metalocalypse, Gravedale High
80s Cartoon Show: The Real Ghostbusters, She-Ra

Book: How the Irish Saved Civilzation
Poet: I hate poetry
Comic Book: Marvel 1602 was interesting...Silver Surfer, X-men, The Walking Dead
artist: no favorites, just like work from various artists

Food: chicken, frozen yogurt, jambalaya, anything lemon flavoured
Candy: starburst, skittles, ju jubes

Time of day: whenever I feel okay
Season of the year: Autumn
Decade: 70's times were simpler, metal was starting up, wham wasn't around yet

Store: Michael's
Scent: pumpkin pie, curve cologne ( on a man, it makes me melt),green apple
Color: royal purple, almost any green

Quote: "It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.”
"Without music, life is a mistake."

*Do What You Do*
Hobbies: Bellydancing, (trying to learn) violin
Interests: History, sociology, insults, scapegoating, old cars, hair and make up, superheroes
Things you Collect: halloween decorations, junk that i fix
Things you Create: custom furniture pieces, paintings, good mix tapes?
Talents/Skills you Have: long division, astral projection, oh and tooth brushing related activites

*Packages*
What would be in your dream package? all the band shirts i have lost, all the band shirts i didn't steal from other people, everything i have lost in the past decade that i am almost sure my mom threw out

What are some UNIQUE items that you might put in a package for someone else? some twigs, a sock i lost the other one to....and they would pay the shipping, should be grateful to get anything from me.

*Serious Stuff*
This is a rating community for insanely cool people who live on both the darkest and brightest edges of life. Why do you think this statement describes you? this.question.is.stupid. no answer.
What is the brightest and happiest moment you can remember, and how long ago was it? Coming back to Alberta and seeing someone in particular after I thought I had lost him and not hugging or falling apart..just seeing him and that was...over a year ago now. The other, is when my mother told me I am a good kid, and stop worrying about me ...that was in my grandmother's room, just after she died, and we sat on the floor with her clothes on our laps.

If you had to label yourself, what would your label be and why? An asshole to the end. Way too jaded and untrusting for my age but I still manage to put my neck out due to occassional carelessness. Unfortunately self-hating and over-worrying. Confused and confusing. See this is shaping up to be more of a description than a label, what does that tell you?

What is your religion or spirituality? The best I can do is call myself Agnostic.

How do you feel about:
Abortion? Over-used. Being used as birth control was never it's purpose as far as I am concerned if it was birth control it would prevent conception. I do believe rape victims or mothers who could pass a disease to the their children, have the right to choose, I understand women make mistakes and sometimes it's the only option, but these other fuckers who have been scraped more times than a fisherman's knuckle should just be taken out behind the clinic and beaten to death.
Labels? It's going to happen no matter what so oh well.
Gay Marriage? I don't really care, you love who you love.
Christianity? My grandmother was and is one of most precious people to me, she was a devout Catholic and I respected how solid her faith was; I however, will never sign up for that ice cream social. Not interested and never will be. I am not even going to fully explain why, all I can say is, hypocrites, liars, thieves, money-grubbing, and blind.
Wicca? No thanks, and by the way, I laugh at anyone who claims to be part of it.
O. J. Simpson? What do you think?
David Bowie? I saw with my mom.
George Bush? Should have punched Barbara in the stomach.
Soulmates? have never been real, nor will they ever be.

Well my daddy works the nightshift
He lies in bed all day
He never looks in mirrors and he avoids the sun's rays

My daddy is a vampire

My mother is a mummy and she needs plasma too
But if you peel away the bandage
The blood comes seeping through

My daddy is a vampire

My brother is a zombie and no thought is his own
He just sits there with a glazed look in his eyes
He's gnawing at his bones

My daddy is a vampire

And as for me? My resistance is getting weak
All these monsters all around me i'm a suicidal geek

And my daddy is a vampire

Congregation, please be seated and open your prayer guides to the book
Of revelations, psalm 69

Drinking the blood of jesus
Drinking it right from his veins
Learning to swim in the ocean
Learning to prowl in his name

The body of christ looked unto me
A preacher with god-given hands
He wants you to suck on the holy ghost
And swallow the sins of man

Psalm 69

The invisible piss of the holy ghost
Comes down like acid rain
Theyre making a bonnet of terminal guilt
The scavengers go on parade

The fathers who write that eternity
Is used to fight the sword
Have filled you up with the devils cock
And hell come in the name of the lord

The way to succeed and the way to suck eggs

When someone says I am small potatoes, I thank them. Pretty much because I love small potatoes, especially roasted.

I need to sleep more than 3-4 hours a night.

My hair looks stupid.

(But yours probably looks worse)

I want to lay down.

Hooray for the atomic fireballs.

I need a stupid passport. This is going to be a pain in the ass.

mother f-er.

I work too much!

You are most likely a moron.

The Mona Lisa is really small.

Your kids don't really need those braces you know.

Copy and paste.

My sister need not sing right now.

helicopter.

No Gwar. Fuck it. Why bother. Seeya.

Fuck you all ! I am going to Gwar!

Ah ha! SO any of the people in Calgary I lurve, you had better at least consider going. Or I will be crushed and as a result will not make out with you, at all.

20. Punishing Shoes
The shoes were often used in conjunction with the standing pillory (a device that holds your head and wrists in place while you stand). How long do you think you could stand on your tippy-toes before you had to rest your heels on those iron spikes?

19. Heretic's Fork
The four sharp points snugly nestled under the chin and sternum were designed to allow the victim just enough range of motion with his mouth to murmer a confession.

18. Dunking Stool
Used primarily on women (as was the case for most devices of pseudo-sexual torture), the dunking stool would dip its occupant into a river for as long as the authorities saw fit.

17. The Boots
The victim's legs were placed between two planks of wood and bound together with cords. Between the cords the torturers placed wedges with which they would violently hammer. Each time a wedge was hammered, an acute portion of the shin bone was shattered. The tormentors could hammer at least a dozen wedges up and down the legs. When the Boots were removed, the bone fragments fell to pieces and the skin of the lower legs merely served as loose sacks for them.

16. Water Torture
This is the only non-medieval, European torture on our list. The water torture was a favorite among Japanese POW guards during WWII. The victim was first bound with barbed wire and his mouth stuffed with rags. Next, the guards would snake a tube down the victim's nasal passage and bloat his belly with water. Once that was finished, the guards would kick and beat the poor sap's midsection until his stomach lining burst and and death ensued.

15. Cat's Paw
This was simply used to slowly tear the flesh from its victim, often times all the way down to the bone.


14. The Rack
It does exactly what it looks like it does: the rack pulls your body from end to end until your limbs are slowly plucked from their joints.

13. Quartering by Horses
Quartering is the rack taken to the next level and was reserved only for murderers and those who killed or attempted to take the life of a nobleman or royalty. Each of the prisoner's limbs were tied to a horse and the horses were whipped simultaneously so that each limb would erupt from the body in an instant. A crowd favorite.

12. The Pear
Hinging on your gender, the pear was either placed in your anus or your vagina in its thin form and then cranked to open up and blossom into a rather uncomfortable position.

11. Cleansing the Soul
In many Catholic countries, the clergy believed that the corrupted soul of a damned person could be cleansed if they were forced to consume boiling water, burning coals, or both. Of course, this was what happened to prisoners before they were punished for their crime -- sort of a "warm-up" torture, if you will.

10. The Hanging Cage
The pictured victim is one of the lucky ones because most occupants were caged completely naked to expose them to either extreme cold or hot weather conditions. And... most caged prisoners were usually placed in there only after other means of extreme physical torture were administered. But wait -- there's more! The victims were left in the cage until they died from either the elements or thirst, which could take weeks.

9. The Head Crusher
If ever an explanation was in a name, the head crusher is it. Death by head crusher usually went something like this: the teeth imploded into their sockets and smashed the surrounding jaw bones. Then the eyes squirted from their sockets and finally, brain matter squirted from the ears. Unbelievably, many nations still use a version of the head crusher to this very day as an interrogation tool.

8. Burning at the Stake
A favorite execution for those accused of witchcaft. Clergy believed that the burning of a witch permanently removed her evil spirits from the physical world, thus eliminating the possibility of any further contamination of innocent souls. Makes sense.

7. Judas Cradle
The victim was hoisted above the pyramid and slowly lowered, crotch first, onto its sharpened pinnacle. Hinging on the torturers mood, he could vary the amount of the victim's body weight applied to the point.

6. The Cradle
The Cradle is the nastier second cousin to the Judas Cradle. The victim's feet were bound by ball and chain after being sat upon a giant blade in a straddle position.

5. Iron Maiden
The following is a depiction of the first recorded use of the Iron Maiden on August 14, 1515 : "A forger of coins was placed inside, and the doors shut slowly, so that the very sharp points penetrated his arms and legs in several places, and his belly and chest, and his bladder and the root of his member, and his eyes, and his shoulders, and his buttocks, but not enough to kill him; and so, he remained making great cry and lament for two days, after which he died."

4. Interrogation Chair
Not only were the hundreds of tiny spikes uncomfortable to sit on, but a fire was usually kindled under the iron chair to make it reach a horrible scalding point.

3. Impalement
This was the standard form of punishment for traitors in Algiers, Tunis, Tripoli and Salee during the Middle Ages. Believe it or not, once the lengthy spike entered the victim's posterior and exited their mouth or throat, the victim might live for more than a day in this state and was left to crawl in the dirt for all to watch.

2. The Saw
The saw may represent human ingenuity's darkest hour. The idea here is that when the victim is suspended upside down, most of the blood will go to the head. That is an important part of the process, you see, because as the torturers saw into the victim's crotch, all of the blood in the head will oxygenate the brain so that the victim will not pass out as one normally would under such excruciating pain. Typically, the saw would reach the victim's navel before unconsciousness would take hold -- sometimes as far as the midriff.

1. Breaking with the Wheel
Okay, we've saved the most treacherous display for last. So, if you've had trouble with any of the above and want to turn back now, no one will think less of you for it................ You still here? You sick bastard. Okay, here we go... In terms of frequency used, the wheel was second only to hanging as the most common form of execution in Germany during the Middle Ages. First, the victim (usually naked) had each of his limbs spread apart and tied to the ground. However, wooden crosspieces were placed under each major joint such as the wrists, ankles, knees, hips and shoulders. The torturer would then smash each limb and joint with the heavy, iron-enhanced wheel. But that was just the beginning of the nightmare. Once the limbs were reduced to gelatinous appendages of mashed bones, blood and flesh, each arm and leg was braided into the spokes of the wheel and then hoisted upright for display. The agonizing victim would remain in this position for days as crows and insects feasted on him or her until death.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. 'Cause sunbeams are not made like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your
love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. 'Cause sunbeams are not made like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your
love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. 'Cause sunbeams are not made like me.
Don't expect me to cry for all the reasons you had to die. Don't ever ask your
love of me.

Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die.
Don't expect me to cry.
Don't expect me to lie.
Don't expect me to die for thee

If you ever get jumped by a gang, you better hope it's not the one from this 1980's After School Special musical... because that would just be humiliating.

Well children.. it seems I am heading to Alberta, for a little longer than planned.

I'll be going home for about 6 weeks to work and spend time with family.

Wonderful.

http://www.pumpkin-porn.com/zombies/

I seriously need to learn how to sew with a machine. Adding sleeves to a shirt took me 2 hours.. making a damn pencil skirt took me 5. Not too time saavy. Be in Alberta in a few days and I am going to exhale and relax. I hope.

No more working in London. The mileage and extra pay makes for a peachy paycheque but alas. My boss' wonderful knack for social interaction and propriety has added yet another wedge between herself and the poor , unknowing innocents she attaches herself to and feeds from ( new staff ). I have always had an understanding that salons are the breeding ground for stuck-up backstabbery and all around bullshit. However this woman is capable of some sort of advanced excelleration in eroding the mental shell that protects us all from pure , destructive madness. I wish I could give her a hug for being able to destroy people from the inside out, but its merely sheer stupidity and complete self-centred foolishness that leads to the damage she's caused.
In short, she's a goddamn retard who annoys the shit out of everyone.

So I should just start doing the side business I have full-time to just tell any perspective employers to go to hell.



I get my car in a week. I am going to blow my top I am so excited.








Fuck. Yes.